Icy Trip

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Be careful on the porch. The ice is hard to see.”

“Yeah, Mom. Got it.” Sonny rolled his eyes, wishing Mom would quit treating him like a child.

He hurried from the door to the stairs When his phone dinged, eyes on the screen, he didn’t see the icy patch.

His foot slid and pointed at the sky. Arms windmilling, he went top over teakettle, landing on his behind and cracking his head on the bottom step. As he waited for the world to stop spinning, he heard his mother’s voice.

“I told you. Someday you’ll listen to me.”

(This is one that I had to pare down from 133 words to the necessary 100—99, actually. My original version was more fun, but rules are rules!)


41 thoughts on “Icy Trip

  1. Dear Linda,

    You buy ’em books and buy ’em books and they insist on eating the pages. 😉 Oops. Perhaps he’ll listen to his mother next time. Meanwhile, your adherence to the word count is much appreciated. Good one.



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  2. bearmkwa

    Me, day before yesterday…. replace bottom step with door at McD’s. My nose would be broken if it wasn’t plastic. LOL! The manager even offered to copy the camera feed for me. Cackles with laughter. On the serious, I’m glad it was me and not one of the Seniors. They got salt on it right away, and helped the Seniors to their cars when their morning chat group broke up.

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      1. bearmkwa

        I fall a lot, just part of my existence anymore. Sunday, I took a Petie across the alter. I’ve learned to roll out of a fall and return to standing without breaking stride… usually.

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